Текст песни Gimme - ProblemChildKea

I want to give back to the block
I want to give back to the streets
I want to give back to the hood
But they wouldn't do it for me
Gimme your heart gimme your soul gimme your love
Gimme your heart gimme your soul gimme your love
When you winning they come for your top
And might leave you dead in the streets
When you think everything all good why the want smoke with me
Gimme your heart gimme your soul gimme your love
Gimme your heart gimme your soul gimme your love

Uh nigga s want problems with me
I don't even know this guy
Probably cause his shorty a fan
Maybe he's the one fanned out
If you rock with me that's cool
Why you want to run me down let loose
He don't like the fact that I got the juice
Drip too hard from my head to my shoes
I'm that dude, feel like the man when I walk through but I ain't rich homie
I got your main trying to lick on it
Shawty bad want me put the stick on it
Liam Neeson tell her I'm taken
Say he gon ride for me that boy faking
He showing love but he low key hating
That's why I stay out the way and keep counting this money I'm making

I want to give back to the block
I want to give back to the streets
I want to give back to the hood
But they wouldn't do it for me
Gimme your heart gimme your soul gimme your love
Gimme your heart gimme your soul gimme your love
When you winning they come for your top
And might leave you dead in the streets
When you think everything all good why the want smoke with me
Gimme your heart gimme your soul gimme your love
Gimme your heart gimme your soul gimme your love